Mack 10 - Hittin Switches

Well just pull up to my bumber baby
Who want some of this hot ass tray
I would gas hop, but no need to stomp her
3 licks I'm gonna bump her
Just throw your mother fucking hands in the air
Represent your hood like you just don't care
Set up shop never close and get riches
And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches
Throw your mother fucking hands in the air
Represent your hood like you just don't care
Set up shop never close and get riches
And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches
I put some down west pound riding it's hot top chop 6 ace
Like a wild bull as a pump chump me around
Feeling like my back is on the sign of bubbles
Has the bass up sound
I hit the corner on 3 wheels
Rag cop keep popping like wheat pills
You know I floss down the shore 'cause I love LA
Back to the hood down vanessa let the bumper scrape yeah
Low riders for hundreds spoke daggers
Low riders for all the who bangers
Bounce, rock,